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“So…” she finally says, leaning over the countertop of the island, like she’s waiting to hear where I’m taking her on vacation. “What did Jesse want?”

I take a bite of the beef. “Wants me to talk to some guy. An old client of his.”

“And?”

I start walking toward my office. “I told him I’d think about it.”

“Do you wanna know what I think?”

I turn around when I reach the doorway. Tilly’s still in the kitchen, and her grin hasn’t even faded a little. I don’t know what she’s so excited about.

“No, but I know you’re going to tell me.”

“I think you should talk to him, baby.” She walks over to me and stops a few inches away, her hand running up and down my bare chest. “You’ve been working out so hard; maybe you need a massage.”

“I do. Can you get her to come to the house? I’d rather have it here than go to some spa place.”

“I’ll make a call.” She reaches for the waist of my swim trunks, pulls it out, and looks down at my cock. “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

I raise the